at the same time.
The high seas are covered with dark clouds in extreme weather.
The sea looks dark and dangerous in the absence of light, with visibility at sea level less than 100 meters. Even experienced sailors dare not take it lightly when sailing in such bad weather.
The sea was rough and most of the passengers were hiding in their cabins, with only a few people on the empty deck.
A man in black clothes, black pants and a hood was leaning on the railing with a bottle of beer, looking at the sea level and drinking leisurely.
Not far from him, two crew members were complaining about the extreme weather.
"…The clouds are getting lower and lower. It looks like there won't be a thunderstorm tonight."
"With such strong winds and waves, it would be terrible if there was thunder and rain. I hope God will protect us and not let us be too unlucky!"
"Tsk. We are lucky. A few days ago, someone defeated a large pirate organization on the high seas with an iron fist. Otherwise, it would be easy to run into those things in this kind of horrible weather~! At least we don't have to worry about running into pirates this time..."
"Who is the person that caused so much trouble in Continent M? I heard from my distant cousin that a big shot blocked all inbound and outbound flights and routes for 10 hours, causing a lot of chaos. But not long after, the airport was unblocked for unknown reasons."
"Those are matters of the big shots. How can we commoners know?"
…
The young man, who was drinking with his hands on the railing, lowered his head and a light laugh escaped from his throat. He suddenly said in a mocking tone: "They are here to arrest people."
Several crew members who were hiding from the wind and waves in a corner and chatting immediately discovered him.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering why this man would go out on the deck to drink in such horrible weather.
No one spoke.
The young man turned around, revealing his young and gentle face under the hood, with a smile on the corners of his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "But that person ran away."
"?"
What on earth is this person talking about!
The young man didn't care whether they could understand him or not, as if he was just talking: "That man also dealt with the pirates on the high seas and gave the big man you mentioned a loud slap in the face!"
"Tsk." He suddenly laughed and looked quite happy. "Good job! I've wanted to do this for a long time. Unfortunately... it's not the right time yet. She just happened to slap me in the face. I should thank her for letting me vent my anger. It's just that I can't thank her in person, and I can't offer a bouquet of flowers on her grave to express my gratitude."
According to his original plan, Qiao Nian was already dead.
He should dress up and present a beautiful flower to this legendary figure at the funeral, a gorgeous rose.
Because only the dazzling red color is worthy of someone like Qiao Nian, the pale chrysanthemum is not suitable for her, and the pure color of white is not a color that can match the dirty blood flowing in her body!
It's a pity that he failed to realize his plan, and the other party noticed his tracks...
But so what
The game has just begun, it is too early to say who will win or lose.
"Who are you?" one of the crew members bravely asked.
The young man watched a small fish being swallowed by the black waves in the sea. He raised his eyelids and looked over, then gave a name: "SEVEN."
While everyone was still looking at each other in bewilderment, he suddenly dropped the beer in his hand with no interest, turned around and walked leisurely towards the cabin...
(End of this chapter)